The Names That Define Us

Dawali Amara · 05-29-2011, 05:27 AM

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Late but here! Ralla calls for audience if she wants it? :3

For the first time, he had taken a relic for himself. The pelt of the Ookah draped his shoulders and fell graciously downwards, too short to sweep the ground behind his lanky legs. It was warm, but Dawali didn't even grant that thought a split second. It itched, but he didn't mind it. Correcting its buckle-like neck mechanism, he shifted his weight and waited. The Great Fire lit him up and he studied the flickering shadow that was cast next to him by the large beacon. It was a strange thing to wear it, but he had waited long enough. Years of healing others and contributing to the tribe? He had earned this relic, as Liliana and Nayati and Ralla had earned theirs - it was only fair. It was still strange to appoint himself, though, and he had held no ceremony.

Now, he did not don any of his usual ceremonial dress - just the pelt. When Ralla and Kemo and the children arrived, he said little, but waved his hand at them to follow. She was painted in crimsons, and the Chief smiled warmly at her, nodding at Kemo. The male was reserved, but Dawali knew Ralla would not make foolish mistakes when choosing a mate. The pups were painted too, but though he wanted to look at them, he did not. There would be plenty of time for this later; now, his job was to welcome them to the world, as Master Priest of AniWaya. The title stretched his back so it was properly straight and his legs and cane moved with authority and certainty as they closed in on Adagio Creek.

They reached the water, and he turned to the couple, asking in a low, serious voice. "Are we ready?". It was their choice if they wanted on-lookers, and if so - this was the time to call for them. Meanwhile, Dawali would take a few moments to further ready himself for the ceremony he was about to conduct. He'd never done it before, and it was important not to get it wrong.

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